Unstable Serenity - Chapter 5, Born to Die
Max's POV
I woke up on a hard cement floor, surrounded by four thick stone walls, and a stone ceiling. On one end of the room, there was a metal door, with a small window near the top of it, and on the other end of the room, there was an uncomfortable looking wooden bench. A small incandescent lightbulb lit the dull room, and there were no windows for natural light, only the window in the door.
My wounds were patched up, but not all the greatest, although the bleeding stopped, I could still feel the pain, and I was still feeling the exhaustion from the fight. I thought that I was going to die on that cliff, but now, I don't know what was in store for me. I tried making out what would happen to me, but I didn't like the thoughts that were running through my head.
Suddenly, I heard a mechanism from the cell door click quite loudly, and it slowly peered open. There stood Zarith, that mean dragon that made killing one of his hobbies.
"You!" He pointed. He had the most fierece angry facial expression I had ever seen! I normally do not get scared easily, but he really scares me. I couldn't even reply to him I was too freightened, as I knew at any moment he could do whatever he pleased with me, and I didn't like it at all.
"Welcome to your new home! This is where you'll stay for the rest of your short and misreble life!" He roared.
Short and mistreble life. I could only imagine what he has in store for me.
"W-what are y-you going to do to m-me?" I studdered.
"I have to run a few tests on you before I decide what I am going to use you for" he said with the creepiest smirk on his face.
Use me? Now I was sincerely scarred. What could I possibly be used for? I could only think of a couple of things, but neither one of them made me feel good.
"W-what do you mean by use me?" I asked frightenedly.
"In case you haven't noticed at all, you're in a slave camp" he explained.
That term made me cringe, I have known that slavery was still existent to this day, even though it was outlawed pretty much in every corner of the world, it was still alive. But I had never seen modern slavery up close, let alone being one.
"W-where the hell am I!? You do realize they will find out about you! And you won't get away with this!" I exclaimed.
The male then held me by my neck to his level and spoke softly but coldly, "You don't speak to your master like that."
"Fuck you!" I spit in his face.
He then let go of my neck and smacked me across the face, even harder than I last remember. I fell to the ground with a loud thump, smashing my face against the cement floor.
He then tied my hands behind my back tight with some wire, and then started dragging me across the floor. I had no idea where I was going to be taken, but I knew that whatever it was, wasn't good.
After a few good moments of being dragged across a hard cement floor, he threw me into a room and tied me onto a chair. By the looks of it, it was a torture chair, and I was not fascinated at all.
He then ripped of my shirt and placed electrical clamps on my arms, feet and chest, it hurt a lot just the feeling of the teeth of those things digging into me. Then a small fox, who looked like he was only sixteen years old, walked in with a table on wheels.
"Good boy, now leave!" Zarith commanded to the boy. He had to have been one of his slaves. So not only did this guy run a fully-operational terrorist organization, but he was also a slaveholder, this guy has enough offenses on his record to put him to the death penalty.
On the table that the fox brought in were a few scaples, pins, clamps, neeldes, a battery, a bucket of water, a cloth and a drill. I knew exactly what was going to happen to me: torture.
He then picked up the elctric drill and turned it off and on a few times, possibly in an attempt to scare me, and quite frankly, it was working.
"You know, when you disobey me or detest me in any way, I will punish you, hard! Usually by whipping or beating, but I think I'll try out some torture methods on you" he said.
He then put the electric drill down and tied my neck to the backrest of the chair, he then threw the chair on its back, with me still sitting in it, but facing the ceiling.
"Here's a technique that your people constantly like to use on my friends!" He then grabbed a cloth and tied it over my face. I squirmed and made attempts to get it off me, but it was too tight!
Wateboarding.
The US military has utilised this torture technque for many decades, and Zarith probably found it intriguing to 'give me a taste of my own medicine' if you will.
He then took the bucket of water and slowly poured it over my face, the cloth then soaked it all in, making it harder and harder for me to breathe.
After a few moments felt like utter hours of torture, he was done the first part of his torture. I would imagine he would want to use all of the tools on that table.
Zarith then removed the clamps from my body, and I felt a small relief that he wasn't going to electrocute me.
"I have other plans for you, but stopping your beating heart won't be one of them. I'll still have to kill you eventually, we all know I can't let you go after this!" Zarith coldly stated.
How could he kill me yet keep my heart beating? Was it a metaphor? If so, I had never heard of it before.
The dragon then picked up a scapel, used for surgery. He started examining it and drew over my body fake cuts, as if he was planning on using it.
"I can cut you in so many different ways, you know?" He threatened.
I still had the cloth over my mouth so I couldn't talk.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you can't talk, it seems that I have restricted your ability to backmouth me!" He boldly stated.
"mmm-mmmm!" I tried speaking, but nothing could come out.
"Okay, okay, but if you scream, then I'll drill your mouth so hard you won't even be able to eat again." He said.
He carefully removed the cloth from my face, and instantly I was able to gasp a breath of fresh air.
Once again, he tormented me with that drill, I was too scared to say anything, fearing that he might permanently damage my teeth that I try to keep healthy, so I just sat there submissively.
"P-please! Don't hurt me anymore! I have friends and loved ones waiting for me at home! I want to live to see them again!" I began crying, never had I been so scared in my life.
I understood that my job could get me into this, but I enlisted to serve and protect the people of my soverign nation, and any affiliated countries that are allies to America. I am here today, being brutally tortured and tormented so other innocent people don't have to be in the same position as me. As scared as I was, I still felt a sense of pride and bravey inside of me, just for simply being here.
"I have a little something in store for you!" He coldly stated.
"W-what?" I studdered.
"You see, I used to live a young, happy life!" He began. "I met my wife, and with her, I made two beautiful children! Charlie and Joey. We lived in a nice house, with good careers and good loving kids!" He continued as he paced back and forth in the room while fiddling with his scapel. "Then one day, that all changed. On Christmas eve, my wife was returning home from a long day at work, she originally had the day off, but then she was called in. She died in a serious car accident when a drunk Navy sailor thought that it would be funny, to show no respect for other drivers on the road!" His voice roared louder and louder each time. "...And guess what is punishment was?"
"P-prison?" I choked out.
"No! He got away with only six months in prison, and a dishonourable discharge!"
"So, prison essentially?" I queired.
"Shut up!" He threatened by holding his scapel over my face.
"I tried filing lawsuits but I wasn't able to win! Justice was not done that day!" He said fiercly. "And guess what? Only a year later, in March, my little girl, Joey, was caught up in the middle of a gang fight. As she tried to desperately escape the firefight, she was taken hostage and used as a shield for one of the gangs. "At least the gangs had to courtesy to try not to kill her, but after the firefight, she was kidnapped. Do you know what they did to her?" His voice still roared but his eyes became teary-eyed.
"Nothing g-good I would imagine?" I inquired.
"She was raped, used as a toy and put to labour for the gang, and then guess what?" The dragon rehtorically asked viciously.
"When the FBI came to break down their door, one of the gang members used her as a shield. Then, one of the FBI agents tried to be a hero, and took a risky shot in an attempt to kill the gang member and save Joey. She missed by three centimeters and accidently shot Joey in the head instead! Three fucking centimeters!!" He roared violently.
"Your government, your people let this happen to me! You're punishments from drunk driving are obsucred and your goddam gun laws are outrageously slack!" He screamed, tossing his scapel to the other end of the room.
"I will lead the Cevenda to liberty and justice! And show you how your political systems are corrupt and useless!" He shouted. "All I have left is Charlie," he began sobbing. "Charlie, my boy, my little boy that I've always loved and cared for. He's dying with this bad heart condition, and the only way it can be fixed is if he get's a heat transplant. So I bought a few slaves thinking one of them would all read his similar blood-type, and use their heart in a replacement for his. Of the thirty-two slaves that I have, not one of them is useful! So I just have thirty-two slaves sitting around doing all the labour for me, but it isn't enough!" He hollered out.
"S-so, what does t-this have to do with m-me?" I asked.
"Well, when you were out, we ran a few blood tests on you, to see if you match my son's blood type" he said with a smile.
"...And?" I got worried.
He then smiled at me in the most horrific way I've ever seen, "You tested positive."